I dream of the first times the longest memory I speak of the first times the oldest Father I sing of the first times and the dawn of darkness In Nod, where the light of Paradise lit up the night sky and the tears of our parents wet the ground. Each of us, in our way, set about to live and take our sustenance from the land. And I, first born Caine, I, with sharp things, planted the dark seeds wet them in the eart tended them, watched them grow. And Abel, second-born Abel tended the animals aided their bloody births fed them, watched them grow. I loved him, my Brother. He was the bightest. The sweetest. The strongest. He was the first part of all my joy.